Spiritual Drifts from The River of Karma

In the last 4 weeks or so, for anyone who noticed that my I didn’t update after Michael Jacksons death, I’ve received emails and words of encouragement on my email riverofkarma@gmail.com from many people the world over.

This post is essentially to say a big “Thank You” to all.

Just receiving your emails alone was so comforting. I’m going to keep what you said private between us. It really helped. I know I’m doing much better since then.

His death just came as too much of a surprise, and when you a fan from young, you never really stop being a fan. You just reduce your outward appearance, but never disappear.

Again, all the same, thank you all so much.

It’s going to take time this thing, but you’ve all helped me get closer.



PS to all: MJ will be missed

The last 2 weeks has been a trying one. It’s perhaps the hardest its been in a long time and perhaps also to the level I have wished would come.

It’s now 2 weeks since the man the world, quite literally the world, knows as Michael Jackson passed on. At present the cause is attributed to cardiac arrest, confirmation pending.

The larger than life King of Pop whose own work conveyed more kindness, compassion and love than was afforded to him by the media, public and at sometimes, the world at large.

I get upset when I think about this fact. Caring people with only the intention to give is a dying breed in this world and the one big one we had, we condemned to no end. No, don’t kind yourself, stick and stones maybe break the bones, but words…..they hurt the most.

It’s now 2 weeks since he left us. We now literally live in a world without Michael Jackson. The one person I know off who’s songs is so full of love, they are accepted in every country without any problem.

How many artists in the world can say they’ve done that?

It’s now 2 weeks since he left us.

The man I’ve nearly worshipped since the age of 3. Who’s inspired me not by music or dance, but by his ideals. His principal. His love for a want of a brotherhood of man united despite the differences.

This simple dream; it was us who put every stumbling block and heart wrenching word in his path to realizing it. We gave him pain and torment for a dream we didn’t fully understand, but blamed him for it nonetheless.

And yet it was the lives of people we don’t think about that he still went out to help.

It’s now 2 weeks since he left us.

For me, the words “left” and “us” still hasn’t made contact. But I’m trying.